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I was waiting for a bus metres away the intersection of Westgarth and High st in Northcote – Luckily it’s a fairly populated & residential area, with bars around the corner, the 86 tram stop, and close to Westgarth train station, but also close to dark, quiet streets and some alley ways. I was facing High St when a guy walked up from behind me and commented “nice fuckin’ arse on you,” to which (without thinking) I responded “Piss off, mate.”
He’d reached 4-5 metres in front of me by then but the reaction was instant. He stopped walking, turned around, and started snarling at me. “Ah, you’re a fucking dyke, you stupid bitch, ever had a cock?” (By then grabbing his junk just in case I didn’t, I guess). “You know what a fucking cock is? I’ll fucking show you, you fucking dyke bitch.” If he’d been walking away while shouting all this I probably would have ignored him, but he wasn’t moving, continuing to gesture and swear at me. I was pointing my phone at him, trying to switch my phone camera to ‘film’ but not taking my eyes off him.
I shouted back over him “You know what I’m doing mate, don’t you? I’m filming you. Your face is on camera. Now FUCK OFF and leave me alone!” Instead of giving up, he started STRIDING toward me- he was already quite close but he was coming for me. I stepped forward and yelled “HEY! HEEEY!’ loudly enough I hoped to wake someone up, or at least alert someone on High Street. He stopped seemingly taken aback, resumed shouting and swearing, only this time “Ah, fuck you you stupid dyke c***, you’re gonna get fucking raped! Someone’s gonna rape you!” so on, so on, slowly walking backward to High St and pointing at me.
Sadly, I didn’t manage to get any pictures of him or film him which I really fucking regret but I’ll be damned if I was going to take my eyes off him. (link to where it took place: http://goo.gl/maps/mj5K6) He was of medium height, wiry but not skinny, bald/ shaved head, late 30s mid 40s, wearing cargo pants with a dark bonds-style singlet top, and a broad kind of ‘smaccent” (smack- accent) but as far as I could tell he wasn’t drunk, slurring, or smelling of booze or anything. I don’t think the incident would have bothered me so much except for the part where he started going for me! What the fuck was he going to do?
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